It's not Mothers' Day, but with all the daffodils and crocuses coming up, it just might be time to drag out a Mother's Day sermon. After all, it's Women's History Month, and this is, historically, what it's like to be a woman listening to this kind of sermon every year on Mothers' Day. Yeah, you get to hear about what an evil slut you are. I suddenly realize that it's pretty damned easy to find something to listen to to be reminded how big of an evil slut you are, and I really didn't need to help. But sometimes, just sometimes, we privileged few who do not have to live in that kind of environment (where you have to listen to males between the ages of 14 and 30 who were not raised by two moms), you don't realize what kind of propaganda gets pumped into the souls of people with evil, slutty vaginas and vulvae and pudenda and that sort of thing. Makes us watch terrible television and read awful magazines, apparently. That's beside the point. If I wanted to Destroy America, I'd....wait a minute. I DO want to Destroy America! The answer, my sistahs, is to consume, consume, consume False Slack. If only I'd have known it was so easy...